Chapter 10: Office Power Play + First Sissy Steps

Monday lunchtime sunlight sliced through the tinted glass of the corporate lobby, throwing sharp rectangles across the polished marble floor. Alex sat rigid in a low leather chair outside Marcus’s corner office suite, earbuds pressed deep into his ears, the LustLink app feeding a crystal-clear private audio stream straight into his skull. His charcoal suit felt too tight across the shoulders, the crisp white shirt already damp at the small of his back. Beneath the tailored trousers, the soft black lace panties Emma had made him wear that morning clung to his skin like a secret brand—delicate scalloped edges digging gently into his hips, the front panel stretched taut over the unyielding pink steel cage. Every shift of his weight sent a fresh reminder: the curved tube compressing him mercilessly, the ring behind his balls a constant, low-pressure bite that turned every heartbeat into a dull, frustrated throb.

The cage had been locked since the weekend hotel marathon, and the denial had only sharpened overnight. No release. Just the slow, humiliating seep of pre-cum that now soaked the lace, turning the fabric translucent and sticky against his trapped length. He kept his briefcase balanced on his lap to hide the faint outline, eyes fixed on the frosted glass door ten feet away. Beyond it, Emma was already inside with Marcus. The audio in his ears was mercilessly intimate—her low, breathy laugh, the rustle of fabric, the soft click of her heels crossing the carpet.

Emma’s voice came through clear and confident, laced with that new, velvet edge of command she’d discovered over the past weeks. “Lock the door, Sir. I don’t want any interruptions while you ruin me on your desk.” A low chuckle from Marcus answered, followed by the unmistakable metallic snick of the deadbolt.

Alex’s breath hitched. He could picture it perfectly: her auburn hair spilling over one shoulder as she perched on the wide mahogany desk, yoga-toned legs parting slowly while Marcus stepped between them. The office smelled of fresh coffee and expensive leather from the hallway, but inside that room it would be warmer, heavier—her vanilla-amber perfume mixing with the faint musk already rising between her thighs.

On the stream, Marcus’s deep voice rolled like distant thunder. “You wore the panties I told you to make him put on?”